When my kids were growing up, there were so many magical times. Mostly what I loved, is that there was an air of acceptance for all of us. We were a blended family. By statistics, we probably shouldn’t have done as well as we had…but honestly, there was so much love in our home. Love got us through the sticky times.. By many standards, we weren’t perfect…but for each other, we were.
Enjoy my poem of our old childhood home…Three girls and neighbors who loved us.
10893 Montana
Home of oozy goozy mud art
proudly displayed on each child’s belly
and perfect bouffant.
Home of last minute backyard campouts
of roasted hotdogs and marshmallows
because our neighbor Ray had made
an “emergency” run to the store.
Home of Friday night pizza
dance videos and mini fractured fairytale skits
for a dozen giggly girls.
Home of make-shift forts
of bunkbeds and sheets
And “when do you think you’ll be taking that down?
I need to water my lawn.”
Home of visqueen and duct tape slip and slides
and neighbors who helped realtors take the signs down
to ensure our stay.
Talks over fences
Neighbors mowing our lawns because we were crazy busy
Junior’s eyes dancing with delight as Sophie, our dog,
Accepted his table treasures.
Flooding waters making wading pools
Splashing and running carefree through them.
No kitchen table…but couch trampolines.
Home of 2 families weaving themselves
into one fabric
and clothing themselves
in their warmth and gaiety.
10893 Montana
Where mommy is melted on the front porch.
June 12, 2015 at 7:08 am
Thank you for the fun post! I see you have many positive memories of that time. Congratulations!
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June 13, 2015 at 12:33 am
I do dear Russ. Happy writing to you!
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June 16, 2015 at 7:44 am
I can just picture it there. 🙂
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June 28, 2015 at 6:54 pm
Oh dear friend. I never saw this comment. Thank you so very much.
It was one of my favorite places. See you in camp!
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June 17, 2015 at 9:49 pm
You ready for Camp NaNoWriMo?? I’m not *gulp*
Beautiful poem
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June 28, 2015 at 6:56 pm
Hi Tena! I think I’m ready. Not sure exactly what I’m writing yet. But I’m there! I think I’m doing a bunch of short stories…memoir. Like you said, “gulp.” I’m not sure why I didn’t get your message. See you in camp!
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